The feast along with the entertainment was in full swing. Literally!
At least forty or more beautiful island girls of my heritage were shaking their hips to a fast tempo beat in front of us. The girls were all topless and I hated each and every one of them!
Talk about plenty enough eye-candy to go around from a male's perspective!
The dancers before us were an endless smorgasbord of tempting delights, fit to drive any man wild with desire. I was getting madder by the moment as the girls before me worked hard on gaining Colt's attention solely upon them. Everyone of them wanted to lay with the big man fallen from the sky.
I had to refrain from screaming out, "Back Off!!! He's mine!"
Out of not wanting to see Colt's interest in the readily available nubile youth displayed before us I hadn't looked at him since the dance had begun, but I had to know. I glanced toward Colt only to see that he was gone!
When had he left the feast?
Was he even now with an island girl in the bushes somewhere?
Jealously burned through me, but some measure of reasoning caused me to reject such a notion, but doubt lingered.
My gaze caught sight of the old chief who winked at me. He didn't mean anything lascivious by it and in fact he was quite the dear. I scooted over to him and spoke in my native tongue loud enough in order to be heard over the drums, "My friend, he left?"
The old chief chuckled and shook his head, "Why is it that I who am old and have lost most of my sight can still see better that which is plain to see than those who are yet in their youth?"
I found myself blinking repeatedly. What was he getting at?
The old chief gestured out to the dancers and said, "Hard to turn down yes?"
Yes it was a tempting sight for a man to turn down and hide away from and yet that was what Colt had done apparently. Something else then occurred to me that rocked my framed consciousness of self to the core. All these beautiful women everywhere and I hadn't even so much as had the notion of considering one as a lover. Instead I'd been bound up with jealously over the overtures being made to my man.
My man. A man who'd turned his back on temptation.
I took in the old chief's smiling eyes once more as he held up two fingers and twisted them together before gesturing to me with them and saying, "Rare man! You be a fool not to be his, when he save himself for only you!"